By: DH. Lawrence
A young man’s or woman’s poem, I think. The struggle is to keep burning, not look down. Earth weighs on us at last.
I love this. Such a great way to wake up and remember. The ones we a still living for.
DH/"Lorenzo" to his Buds, certainly had an endearing way with words!
This is a very disturbing poem.
A young man’s or woman’s poem, I think. The struggle is to keep burning, not look down. Earth weighs on us at last.
I love this. Such a great way to wake up and remember. The ones we a still living for.
DH/"Lorenzo" to his Buds, certainly had an endearing way with words!
This is a very disturbing poem.